After traveling through the book, I conquered the male protagonist Long Aotian!

Chu Lingxiao left Qingyun Sect and came to a remote town, temporarily staying in a small inn.

He sat on the bed, looking a little solemn, and silently called out in his heart: "Old man, stop pretending to be dead."

Ever since he had exposed the old man's purpose hidden in his sea of ​​consciousness, the old man had remained silent, no longer communicating with him or interfering with any of his actions.

He seemed to be "playing dead" in Chu Lingxiao's sea of ​​consciousness, trying to reduce his presence as much as possible to avoid being discovered.

Chu Lingxiao raised the corners of his lips slightly, revealing an impatient expression, with a warning light flashing in his eyes:

"My patience is limited. Don't make me call you again and again, otherwise..."

Before he could finish his words, the old man in his sea of ​​consciousness slowly emerged.

The old man's residual soul was floating in the air, looking somewhat unreal, as if it would dissipate at any time.

Seeing the old man appear, Chu Lingxiao's expression gradually changed from impatience to calmness.

He curled his lips slightly, revealing a meaningful smile: "Now that everyone is here, let's start now and complete them one by one."

........

Five months ago——

Chu Lingxiao was practicing in seclusion. He was wholeheartedly absorbing the medicinal power of the Purple Gold Pill. The speed at which he was refining it was simply astonishing, as if all the spiritual energy between heaven and earth was moved by him and rushed into his body.

He completed the breakthrough early on and his cultivation reached a higher level.

However, when he opened his eyes, he noticed that Gu Qingze's breath next to him was not stable yet, and he obviously had not completed the breakthrough yet.

Therefore, he decided to continue consolidating his cultivation in the retreat room, while at the same time gaining a deeper understanding of the mysteries of swordsmanship.

He wanted to wait until Gu Qingze finished his retreat before coming out together.

However, just as he was about to continue to deduce the sword technique, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of his eyes. The shadow was so abrupt and mysterious, as if it did not belong to this world.

He was a man with delicate looks, like a porcelain doll, and every detail revealed a sense of perfect carving.

However, there was no emotion in his eyes, as if he was just a programmed AI program, without emotions or thoughts of his own, just mechanically executing a certain code.

The appearance of this phantom suddenly interrupted Chu Lingxiao's deduction of swordsmanship. He felt an inexplicable throbbing in his heart, as if something important was about to happen.

He stared at the shadow, trying to see something from it, but no matter how hard he tried, he could not figure out the secret behind the shadow.

"Who are you? Why are you here?" Chu Lingxiao asked in a deep voice, his tone full of vigilance and confusion, as if he was facing an unknown enemy.

However, the shadow did not answer his question, but just floated quietly in the air, as if observing something, with an indescribable depth revealed in its lifeless eyes.

Chu Lingxiao frowned. He didn't like this feeling of the unknown. What made him even more unhappy was that his special abilities were completely useless in front of the phantom, and he was unable to detect any information from the other side, as if this phantom was an existence beyond his cognition.

Just when Chu Lingxiao felt helpless, the shadow suddenly spoke: "Son of Heaven, we finally meet."

The tone of his voice was neither high nor low, but it had a chilliness that could not be ignored, like a spring on the top of a snowy mountain, clear but chilling to the heart, making people involuntarily feel an inexplicable chill.

"Son of Heaven?" Chu Lingxiao felt puzzled and pointed at himself in confusion, as if asking if this was a joke.

However, the shadow nodded seriously, "Yes. You can call yourself the protagonist."

"The protagonist?" Chu Lingxiao tried to understand what he meant. "The central character in the storybook?"

There was a hint of uncertainty in his words, as if he was exploring a completely new concept.

"Well, as expected of the protagonist, his comprehension is pretty good."

The shadow seemed to have some praise in his words, but his tone was very flat, as if he was just being polite.

"Let me introduce myself formally. My name is Feng Ying, and my identity in this world is the head of Tianji Pavilion. But to be more precise, I am a world maintainer."

There was an air of transcendence in Feng Ying's words, as if he did not belong to this world but came from a higher level of existence.

The master of Tianji Pavilion?

Chu Lingxiao keenly captured the key words in his words. In his memory, Qingze once revealed an indescribable persistence, eager to meet the legendary master of Tianji Pavilion, and seemed to have questions that needed to be asked urgently.

However, although Qingze was fortunate enough to obtain the token that symbolized authority later, he was still stopped by the mysterious saying "it depends on fate", and he was never able to unveil the mystery of Tianji Pavilion and step into that forbidden area.

He never thought that the leader of Tianji Pavilion would take the initiative to look for him. This situation was really unexpected.

After all, Qingze's desire to meet the Pavilion Master was undoubtedly stronger than his own.

Feng Ying said slowly: "Every time we step into a small world, as its protector, we will have the most unique and noble status in that world. This is to better fulfill our responsibility to protect the small world."

Although Chu Lingxiao had not completely confirmed his identity, his intuition told him that it was not appropriate to question him at this time. The best strategy was to continue following the other party's words:

"So, Mr.... Maintainer, why did you come to see me this time?"

Feng Ying's shadow raised his hand slightly, extended a finger, and before Chu Lingxiao could react, he had already tapped his forehead.

In an instant, a large number of images and words flooded into Chu Lingxiao's mind like a tide, complex and confusing.

Chu Lingxiao frowned slightly, obviously still trying to adapt to this sudden new information that did not belong to him: "What are these?"

Feng Ying explained: "This is the plot that was supposed to happen in this world. In order to reduce the cost of communication between us, I have also specially input some basic terms into your mind so that you can better understand it all."

"What is the plot that should have happened in this world?" Chu Lingxiao was even more confused. "Humans are not puppets. How can they be controlled by strings and move according to a predetermined trajectory?"

Feng Ying nodded in agreement: "That is why every world needs maintainers."

"Once the Son of Heaven, the protagonist of the story, deviates from the original plot, we need to intervene and correct it to ensure that the plot can get back on track."

“This is our inherent mission as maintainers.”